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Because I'd really hate that.”
    “I think you're fortunate to have someone on premises who's willing and able to tend to a young, traumatized girl.”
    “Yeah, shit.” Eve sighed. “I was afraid of that.”
    “It might help to remember the child's welfare and state of mind is priority.”
    “Looking at him on a regular basis might send her back into shock.”
    But when Nixie came in, the cat on her heels, she had her hand firmly in Summerset's bony one, releasing it only when she saw Eve. Nixie walked directly to her. “Did you find them?”
    “Working on it. This is Dr. Mira. She's going to help--”
    “I already saw a doctor. I don't want to see a doctor.” Nixie's voice began to rise. “I don't want--”
    “Throttle back,” Eve ordered. “Mira's a friend of mine, and she's not only a doctor, she works with the cops.”
    Nixie slid her eyes toward Mira. “She doesn't look like the police.”
    “I work with the police,” Mira said in calm, quiet tones. “I try to help them understand the people who commit crimes. I've known Lieutenant Dallas quite a while. I want to help her, and you, find the people who hurt your family.”
    “They didn't hurt them, they killed them. They're all dead.”
    “Yes, I know. It's horrible.” Mira's gaze and her tone stayed level. “The worst thing that can happen.”
    “I wish it didn't.”
    “So do I. I think if we sit down and talk, we might be able to help.”
    “They killed Linnie.” Nixie's bottom lip began to tremble. “They thought she was me, and now she's dead. I wasn't supposed to go downstairs.”
    “We all do things we're not really supposed to sometimes.”
    “But Linnie didn't. I was bad, and she wasn't. And she's dead.”
    “Not so very bad,” Mira said gently, and taking Nixie's hand led her to a chair. “Why did you go downstairs?”
    “I wanted an Orange Fizzy. I'm not supposed to have them without permission. I'm not supposed to snack at night. My mom--” she broke off, knuckled her eyes.
    “Your mom would have said no, so yes, it was wrong of you to go behind her back. But she'd be very glad you weren't hurt, wouldn't she? She'd be happy that, this once, you broke the rules.”
    “I guess.” Galahad leaped into her lap, and Nixie stroked his wide back. “But Linnie--”
    “It wasn't your fault. Nothing that happened was your fault. You didn't cause it, and you couldn't have stopped it.”
    Nixie looked up. “Maybe if I'd yelled really loud, I'd've woken everyone up. My dad could've fought the bad guys.”
    “Did your father have a weapon?” Eve demanded before Mira could speak.
    “No, but--”
    “Two men with knives, and him unarmed. Maybe if you'd yelled he'd have woken up. And he'd still be dead. Only difference is they'd have known someone else was in the house, hunted you down, and killed you, too.”
    Mira shot Eve a warning look and turned her attention back to Nixie. “Lieutenant Dallas told me you were very brave and very strong. Because she's both of those things, I know she's telling the truth.”
    “She found me. I was hiding.”
    “It was good that you hid. It was good that she found you. I know what Lieutenant Dallas just said is hard for you to hear, but she's right. There was nothing more you could have done last night to help your family. But there are things you can do now.” Mira glanced at Eve, signalling her.
    “Listen, Nixie,” Eve said, “this is rough, but the more you can tell me, the more I know. This is my recorder.” She set it on the table, sat across from Mira and the child. “I'm going to ask you some questions. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, in interview with Swisher, Nixie, minor female, with Mira, Dr. Charlotte, in attendance. Okay, Nixie?”
    “Okay.”
    “Do you know about what time it was that you got out of bed?”
    “It was more than two o'clock. Like ten after, about. I had my Jelly-Roll on.”
    “Wrist unit,” Mira translated.
    “What did you do when you got up? Exactly.”
    “I went